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ReplyDeleteDue to Family protest I deleted this part after my Dad Died. I don't recall much of what I had written but my prospective on fatherhood and life in general as cause me review my thinking on my Dad.
ReplyDeleteThe good or bad thing about being human is as you age your understanding of your parents can change. I will adjust this in later postings.
As a boy I was scared of my father. He never talked to me and my memories of him usually included drinking a lot.I have many such memories and some more frightening then others.
I remember my Dad driving to the beer store drunk with us in the back and forcing his truck between 2 cars damaging one of the cars, I remember how he left the scene and how he he was waiting for the cops with his 22 riffle on the table. My Mom was able to call the police and ask them to come in the morning. I remember one day how he struck a car that I later found out was a police car and we parked in hiding from police. There were many moments of fears that remain with me to this day.
The oldest bulling incidents were in school but my fear of adults came from home first.
I was terrified of him. He was a giant to me and an angry one when he drank.
One time he was drunk and called me over to show me a trick. I was to lay on the floor and he would show me. I didn't want to do it so he insisted. His plan as I soon found out was to grab my ankles and flip me so I would land on my feet. Well I landed on my head and he blamed me for the trick not working. When my Mom herd me crying she came to my rescue and I ran upstairs to bed crying.
I have a memory of getting beat up by our neighbor that I will speak of later.
When there alcohol abuse in a family fear is often the dominant emotion in children I am told .
Fear was definitely mine and my older sister Francine once told me it was hers as well.
There is only one time where I remember my Dad talking nice to me as a child . he had modified his truck with a box in the back, We were all to stay home while him and my mom went to do the groceries.I snuck into the back and laid on a cushion .Well as luck would have it he got pulled over for a taillight that didn't work. The police informed him that I was in the back, The police had him drive over to a place to an inspection station where I jumped out. To my surprise my Dad looked at me and gave me a quarter and said" go by yourself a coke. That is my only memory of my Dad being nice to me as a child.
More to come.....